Thursday, November 13, 2014


Last week I had one of the most memorable dreams. I was standing on top of a glacier, looking at the horizon, and listening to a strange narrative about falcons. It was a man's voice, low, talking slow and clear. He was telling me how falcons lived and floated on top of glaciers...
I was asked to look down. As I did, I lost my balance and slipped. I was about to fall on ice when suddenly I turned into a falcon myself and started flying. It was incredible! I was flying between the glowing blue canyons of ice and water, gliding in the air with wind in my face, overwhelmed by flying sensation...

--- Glaciers ---


Stumbled upon this eerie sound of the comet Rosetta today. The frequency has been altered for human hearing range and it's absolutely amazing. I can't figure out why I'm so mesmerized and obsessed by it. 

Monday, November 3, 2014

Ruso's Book - Part 1

Last winter I had an idea to experiment with graphic novels. The attempt didn't last longer than two weeks, but I'm back to the old mood and willing to continue illustrating my childhood memories.

The original is laid out in Moleskine's Japanese album. 

Please forgive all the spelling and grammar mistakes (and there are plenty!), the work hasn't been edited yet.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Autumn leaves

The story of the king who couldn't find the end of his dress and the beginning of his beard
- Tuesdays -

Sunday, October 26, 2014

Home under a vacuum

Portal to comfortable places
 - Flowers on my dress were slowly fading away -

- In the majestic kingdom of clouds we float - 

Tuesday, September 30, 2014


We couldn't be friends anymore...
That night I had a dream - my right leg was missing. I had a beautiful, well crafted wooden leg in place of my own...
... I was relieved

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Last Days of Summer

The crooning man in the field of flowers

"Be good"

Now what do I do with my long arms?!

Monday, September 15, 2014

Long story short

"It would take me hours to get up. I might never move again. I could become this landscape."

Longing for self destructive but beautiful ideas

She thought she knew everything about me, but she had no idea I owned a talisman